“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Martin murmured. “That’s what we all want. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated, hoarsely, in time with Ted’s plunging pelvi.... My desire was high, my will was gone and I wanted a climax as much as he did. “YE-es,” I breathed, momentarily disengaging from Martin’s penis. “Fuck me, Ted. Make it good!” And then Martin was back in my mouth, groaning loudly. He could see Ted fucking me but his own pleasure was taking over. His eyes closed, his hands held my head firmly, his pubic hair. The skirt did two things perfectly. It left you aching to see the tops of thighs and that special place where legs became very personal, and it framed her arse magnificently. Somehow her whole body was perfectly packaged to maximise her beauty and maintain her dignity and status as a classy lady. The gentleman at the table where I was serving had to repeat his order twice as I was distracted for what felt like minutes. I apologised and went to the kitchen hoping and praying that the woman in. She was a worthy being in all rights.The reason Lord Jestocost should not have been surprised was that he alone, of all the Instrumentality lords, had studied the plight of the underpeople. He studied what he felt was important, and there were two things of ultimate importance to him. The rescuing of humanity from the stagnation that he alone seemed to clearly see, and the improvement of the lot of the underpeople in a way that wasn't at the expense of humanity in the process. Now he waited for. I ... I don't think I can carry on doing that anymore.Vyera is taking over. It feels like the tide coming in. Vyera is swamping me, covering every surface, seeping into every corner. There is less and less space for Jenny; less and less time for Jenny. It's stopped being Jenny pretending to be Vyera. It's more like there's Vyera and this other person sometimes, who is Jenny. How long before I am Vyera all the time? Sometimes I look at Jenny as if she is a different person. I see, through Jenny,.